Like the perverts that we are,
And the clothing you don't need.
The satisfaction that we're craving,
Fulfilled by certain deeds.
Deeds that shall be done,
Sooner is no longer worse.
So help me finally lift,
This never ending curse.
Hormones are my demons,
Just help them go away.
They grow more and more inside me,
With every passing day.
I'm not trying to offend you,
I just hope that you can see.
That my actions have all been caused,
By the hormones inside of me.
So maybe I'm the pervert,
Or maybe I'm just hexed.
One thing I know for certain,
Is that I'm addicted to sex
By Ray Nadeau and only Ray Nadeau.
Copyrighted by myself.
Ha. That's somehow a cute write.
"Every Saint Has a Past and Every Sinner Has a Future." ~Oscar Wilde
<3 M.M. Plagmann